I try to cope with all my problems,
and I assure you - I have lots,
by a phrase my momma used to say,
"You got to get back on the horse."
Well, my pants sure are dirty now,
stained with the mud of my failures.
But I know momma will wash them,
until they aren't dirty anymore.
There's nothing to ride now,
so what about what momma said?
And no one to wash my dirty clothes,
since momma and the horse are dead.
"Giddy-up! Giddy-up!", I yell,
to the motionless heap of carcass.
I guess since he doesn't budge,
It's time I learn to walk on my own.
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